Legolas x Reader One-shots

Last Stand

***Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings

Hey guys so this takes place sometime after LOTR. I hope you like it. (BTW i was listening to Warriors by Imagine Dragons when I wrote this)

You take a deep breath as you look at the oncoming wave of orcs. You leave your twin swords on your back but instead take out your bow. Might as well pick a couple of them off before they reach you. You exhale as you let your arrow fly, and it strikes an orc in the forehead. He goes down and another orc trips over him, which might have been comical if you were not in the situation you are. An arrow flies from your right. You smile at Legolas and he grins back at you. His eyes shine with the light of battle. Gimli is on your left, with Aragorn next to him. 

The four of you a solid 4,000 orcs. At least they were not the smarter variety of orcs. You and Legolas keep firing from where the four of you stand on a small hill. The small incline should give you at least a little bit of an advantage. Two arrows at a time. Three. A couple orcs fall in the front lines, but it barely makes a dent in the army, and the mass of orcs keeps coming.

"This is it, boys," you say. A chorus of aye's come from around you.

"It's been an honor," Aragorn says. His hand reaches up to clutch the necklace hanging from his neck. Gimli just grins with a feral light in his eyes. 

"Let's take a few of 'em with us, ay?" Legolas says. You have about three seconds, and you look at him. Memories flash through your mind's eye. The bow in your hand, given to you by him. Legolas drinking Gimli under the table just a couple nights ago. It seemed like forever ago now. And Legolas's smile, more of a half-smirk, the one he had only for you. It was the only time his one dimple would show.

You had never gotten the chance to tell him you love him.

The orcs hit you with a roar and a crash. You shoot a bunch close range a take a couple more out with your bow. You only catch glimpses of your friends between  walls of orcs. All four of you know you're not coming out of this one alive. 

You run out of arrows but you make due, yanking them out of fallen orcs. Finally you run out and can't see any more, so you start basing orcs with your bow. Your bow cracks over the head of an orc. "Damn it!" you scream. You shove the two pieces of jagged wood into the chests of two orcs, then draw your swords. You cut one orc off at the waist and lop of another's head at the same time. Gore sprays all over you.

"...32..." you mutter, knowing the others will be counting too. Not that you'll ever get to see who wins. You catch a glimpse of Gimli. He's laughing, which makes you grin. Only him. You fight until your count reaches 56 and then you see Legolas. He's beautiful, even covered in orc blood. You begin to fight your way towards him with one thought on your mind. You have to tell Legolas you love him before you die. You slowly back up towards each other until your backs hit.

"I've got your back," he says to you.

"I know. And I've always got yours," you say quietly. He takes a moment to smile at you, that one-dimpled smile, before turning to put an arrow in a orc's skull. How he still has arrows, you don't know.

You fight side by side, but your limbs are starting to get tired. You've been fighting for the better part of a day, and by now it's late afternoon. Something happens, a disturbance among the orcs, just as you start to thing you can't do it anymore, as you're about to tell Legolas how you feel and drop your swords. You were never going to make it out of this one anyway.

An elven battle horn sounded. The elves had come to rescue their prince. You turn to tell Legolas.

Just as a sword thrusts through him. He looks down at his middle in confusion, almost as if he couldn't believe he'd been stabbed. Blood drips off the point of the blade. Legolas's blood. 

You hear a high shriek, one no being could have possibly made. It goes on and on before ending in a cracked and broken sob. You realize that it's your voice. It's you. You try to run to him, but a wave of orcs sweeps you back.  The last things you see are his wide eyes and his hands. his beautiful hands, clutching the end of the sword in his body. The sword yanks out and  he stands for a second, then falls to the ground. You scream again, long and loud, no longer able to see the one you love. A red cloud comes over your eyes. Complete, unfiltered rage. You shout out numbers as you take down orcs.

"...119...120..." You lose yourself in the battle. Your teeth are gritted and an expression of absolute rage is on your face.

Then you see an elf. It's not Legolas, but the elf's fluid motions remind you of him. You want to break down, drop your weapons. Find Legolas and lay down next to him, fitting your body to his, to die. But then you think of what Legolas would say. He would never give up. Never in a million years. So you unleash a battle cry and throw yourself into the battle, all or nothing. So. Be. It.

Soon enough the elven army kills the rest of the orcs. You pull your sword out of an orc corpse. You lost the second sword somewhere along the way. You body stings from wounds and bruises, You spit out orc blood you had somehow gotten in your mouth. It tastes foul, like rotten fruit. The fatigue catches up with you, but you have one more thing you need to do first.

You fun from elf corpse to elf corpse, trying to find Legolas's body. You need only glance at each of the dead to see it's not Legolas. He is the one elf you could always pick out of an army. Finally, you reach the small hill where you and your friends made your last stand. And there he is.His wide eyes flash through your mind again. You run to him and kneel next to him. Gimli and Aragorn are on the other side of the desecrated battlefield, talking to the elf army. 

A tear splashes on his face, You didn't even know you were crying. You haven't cried on over 20 years, since your father died.

"Wake up. WAKE UP," you plead. "Please...please." Your voice sinks to a broken whisper. "You didn't even get to hear my number," you whisper, as though it were actually important. As if he would come back. Your sword lays on the ground next to you, useless. Powerless. What's the point of all that training if you couldn't even protect him? Your heart feels like it's rending in two. Shattering like broken glass that cuts up your insides. 

Suddenly you feel a sharp pain in your back, like an extremely powerful pinch. An orc, not quite dead, used his last burst of energy to stab you. The orc then dies. You look down and see the broadsword sticking out of your chest. You know you only have a couple moments left. The pain hasn't really hit you yet. You feel a strange sense of peace come over you.

You lean over and kiss Legolas lightly on the forehead. "I love you. Always have. Always will. Hopefully we'll meet in the stars," you whisper to him. Then you take up your sword from where it was sitting next to you. You put one foot on the ground, then another. And you slowly struggle to stand. You straighten your spine and lift your chin.

You are an elf, and elves die on their feet.

Thank you guys for reading!!! Sorry that was so long, I got a little caught up in it....anyways, my next one will end better. Until next time! Love you!